Brotha Lynch Hung - I C U Lyrics

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Play me da game drop

Gimme da ar-15

My shits clean- brand spankin new

Tummy achin- money makin

Eatin em up in the mornin with eggs n bacon

They mistakin they don't wanna fuck

With da sicko pyscho

Get to faded- here goes michael spacin data

I get high brick potatoes

Ate tomatoes

They go freako

Ego n legos nigga spit this shit like a volcanoe

I'm a go way low givin out them haloes

Pay goes wat about them hagos?

Ayo givin out them k-o's

Sent it to the house

To they spouse

Trippin I'm out here krippin

Fuckin around get kreepin again.

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[Chorus x4]

[Tech N9Ne:]

I just found out they owe 800 thousand somethin

So we funkin tecnina bout to get to dumpin

Turn this lump into a pumpkin when they munchin at a luncheon

We go thump to get it jumpin

Then abolish all his loved ones

Till the lump some comes in functions

I just payed 65 thow out to get loose

From the clutches of music

Fuckas nothin but a cookaracha

You say I got to use a gun to stop ya?

Produce the knockas the block the stoppas like choopacobra

You poppin u's with a little agua

No use of usin ala acabala

You got the few dollas that go to momma

So what do you think that mean?

I'm a comin to get that green

Up in the crib and you ain't on the scene

Cough it up befo I ring dat [gunshot]

He thinkin I forgot about how he flew

Away with all the pay and hoes from my people he too

Gonna take a leap and seek you

For all the evil shit yee do

Ya skeet with cheese and cheat for greed

The beast with me will freeze for me and you...

[Chorus x4]

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